And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3114 | 2009-05-22 03:37:33 | 85.29 | |
| 2977 | 2009-05-17 16:02:05 | 95.22 | |
| 2926 | 2009-05-16 03:43:42 | 74.46 | |
| 2909 | 2009-05-16 03:28:57 | 88.55 | |
| 2814 | 2009-05-12 05:10:27 | 94.09 | |
| 2078 | 2009-04-18 05:41:11 | 68.84 | |
| 1722 | 2009-04-12 05:36:25 | 78.05 | |
| 1715 | 2009-04-12 05:29:42 | 72.91 | |
| 1292 | 2009-03-31 04:52:21 | 63.95 | |
| 806 | 2009-03-06 05:54:39 | 77.79 | |
| 540 | 2009-02-24 05:27:52 | 81.38 | |
| 452 | 2009-02-19 05:38:14 | 74.13 | |
| 352 | 2009-02-18 04:44:13 | 73.38 | |
| 349 | 2009-02-18 04:40:29 | 77.58 |